Chapter Fourteen
Jungle Lovin’
Fuller had been in the small, hot, unbearably oppressive Mexican village a week before he finally went to the brothel.
He hadn’t meant to go there at all, hadn’t planned to stay in such a miserable little shithole of a town longer than it took to lay the dust. But somehow, in the time it took to drink a couple of cervezas, he’d managed to become obsessed.
This wasn’t a usual thing. He’d been back and forth through this country a million times, moving one thing or another, and he rarely wasted time or energy on anything that didn’t turn a profit. Money, after all, was the only sane reason for venturing this close to the jungle, and there was no money to be had here. Yet the curious way the locals discussed the dark little brothel crouching just at the frin
